les femmes

I love it all, these games we play. I close my eyes, you run away. I'm sure I asked you to stay but now you're gone and so I feel the grey pulse in my head. I turn off the lights and crawl into bed. I try to think of sunshine but my body goes wet with the first crash of thunder. I don't think I can know anyone but you, dear. That's for sure. When it gets to four it's my turn to go. Oh the kiss... so alcoholic and slow. Arranging me for saturday I thought you would know that I always sleep alone.